Jenny didn't need to be told twice to get close to her wife. In fact, on the rather short list of things to do that had taken presence in her mind, getting close to her wife was quite possibly on the top. So that is what she did, painfully, she shuffled closer to the still unconscious lizard that lay on the table in the middle of the room. She held the reptilian close, gasping at the ice cold touch of her scales, Vastra had never been that cold before. While Vastra's species was naturally cold blooded the lizard often used Jenny's own body heat to keep her own internal temperatures up, they'd been separated for too long and she hadn't had access to any geothermal energy either. Jenny held her close and shivered, in short Vastra was dying from the cold, and wouldn't make it if she didn't get some heat and it was all Torchwood's fault.

A few seconds passed before the room was filled with a hideous screeching and a violent wind. To any normal human from the time period they were sounds and gusts that would cause panic or at least some degree of shock, but to Jenny Flint they only brought hope. The sounds were that of reality itself being warped, and the winds were winds of time with only one possible origin, the TARDIS. The exterior of the time space ship began to manifest first, ripples of wood in the shape of a grandfather clock that managed to absorb both the women and the metal table they were slumped on, even though those exterior dimensions had no right to hold such large items. But Jenny noticed none of that, the Victorian was focused on only one thing, her wife.

The interior of Clara and Ashildr's TARDIS had changed drastically. Its white colour scheme remained, the floors and walls remaining the bright and vibrant colour that every TARDIS had at its birth. The walls of the TARDIS console room were coated in the signature 'Round things' that the Doctor had mentioned time and time again, a slight white glow emanating from each one. Jenny and Vastra had materialised, atop their table, at the bottom of a flight of stairs at the top of which stood Clara and Ashildr, beaming down at them both.

"The TARDIS re-decorated, it's why she wouldn't let us in straight away," Clara said as she leant upon a silvery chrome banister "What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Jenny spat back at her vehemently. "I think my wife has been tortured and is dying because of the cold she was exposed to and you're more worried about the state of your TARDIS?"

"Not the time for that now, Clara," Ashildr stated, pushing past the immortal. "Torchwood clearly didn't know about Silurian biology, she's suffering from an extremely low core temperature."

Ashildr placed the back of her hand onto Vastra's forehead and frowned at its icy coldness.

"Your body heat won't be enough to warm her, Jenny," Ashildr stated simply. "If we don't find a way to warm her blood quickly Vastra will undergo Retroactive Cryogenesis."

"What's that then?" Jenny asked, holding her wife tighter.

"Vastra will essentially freeze from the inside out, her body temperature will plummet as her core tries and inevitably fails to stabilise itself. We need to warm her, now."

"The TARDIS should have a medical bay," Clara cut in, "there might be a heating pack or something in there."

Ashildr nodded and vaulted over the table, sliding across the metal and sprinting off in a matter of moments. The TARDIS they were in was still young, but it should have had enough time to grow a medical bay relatively close to the control room, or at least Clara hoped they did.

"I can make you some tea if you like?" Clara asked with a smile, trying to keep Jenny's spirits up.

"Tea?" The woman in question replied incredulously.

"Yeah tea, you know, the drink that most people have with their toast in the morning. Oh wait… No I can't we don't have any milk at the moment, sorry."

"My wife is dying in my arms," Jenny said despairingly.

Clara swallowed hard and diverted her gaze to the ground. An awkward silence consumed the three of them, punctuated only by Vastra's haggard, wheezing breaths of air. Clara stole a furtive glance at the married couple and was able to see that Jenny had returned to comforting her unconscious wife by gently stroking her face. She silently chastised herself for sticking her foot so firmly in her mouth, she hadn't meant to annoy Jenny at all.

"This is a piece of Time Lord technology, I've reconfigured it to match Silurian physiology so it should warm Vastra up easily," Ashildr announced, running back into the control room and dispelling the awkwardness that hung over them after Clara's former comments.

Ashildr was only carrying a small strip of what Clara thought looked like plastic, similar to a thermometer that the welfare stocked at Coal Hill. She peeled off a piece of the device and discarded it before sticking the black item to Vastras forehead. Ashildr ran her finger along the device and it turned from black to red. It only took a few seconds for Vastras eyes to shoot open and Jenny to breath a sigh of relief.

AN: I want you all to know that I absolutely hate this chapter and absolutely hated writing it, which is why it is so short, so late and so poor. The sooner I am done with this storyline (one more chapter to go) the better in my opinion. Last minute explanations and then kicking Vastra and Jenny off the TARDIS so Clara and Ashildr can zoom off to wherever I choose. Thank god.

On better terms, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Replies:

Alexandria: They can indeed land on Christmas! They could, but they won't, but they could!

Robert and Jacks Marie: As per usual, thank you!

Question of The Chapter: What do you think of my new TARDIS console room so far? I didn't describe it very well in the chapter, but think of it as 12's console room with the colour scheme of Clara and Ashildr's original console room and the round things.